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Blogger is up, and i get to post.  Close enough to the weekend though, that most
people don’t really care.  Readership and posting goes way down friday through
sunday evening around this neighborhood.

As i have been posting over the years, i have found it’s not different from any other
way that i get to know people and like them, and then have, at some point, a parting.
Yet, as i think of this, and how i can miss those that i grow fond of, i think of how i
have been blessed to have been allowed to meet them in the first place.

Opening my heart is a bittersweet operation.  But, there’s no sweet without bitter.
And God’s grace is enough, and greater than the bitterness.  And the open heart He
fills with His sweet peace.

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There’s a world of trouble
Trying to take its turn 
I can hear it shaking underground
 
And half a dozen lessons
I might never learn 
Not until them troubles come around
 
But there’s only one and only
Who could go and leave me lonely 

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listening requires your heart being in the Love of the Lord.

Love the Lord.

when listening to anything or anyone, even our self,
we can hear our Lord’s voice speaking truth in His Love.

Jesus is the truth.




“The most important one,” answered Jesus “is this: 
‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. 
Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all 
your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’ 
The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’  
There is no commandment greater than these.”


from the book of mark

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my latest rear-view :-)
if i may say so, i think it’s the coolest back window in town.

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only clean a window if you intend to paint on it.

n rosback

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this life’s dim windows of the soul
distorts the heavens from pole to pole
and leads you to believe a lie
when you see with, not through, the eye

william blake

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into mid air
acres of memories
lift wide and open
a benevolent spread
upon grass and dew
to hold our dreams
under bough
under blue

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a gossip betrays a confidence; so avoid anyone who talks too much.

proverbs 20:19








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i have eaten my own words
the ones that came back to me
after tossing them like swine
before pearls

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spirit

spiritually we do not lead.
this is the christian life.
because of Christ, our spirit is led by the Spirit of God.
we know His Voice.
He speaks to the spirit, the heart of a child.
His child.

if we do not follow the Holy Spirit, then we are putting our “self” first.
and when we put “i” and “we” first,
we try to lead,
and we turn what God has given to us
into man-made religion,
instead of a Spirit-led gift.

i encourage all those that think that they follow, to think again.

listen to your God.

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clive staples lewis

born:
112 years (and 9 months) ago
november 29. 1898
~ in belfast, northern ireland
to albert j. lewis and
florence augusta hanilton lewis.
his brother, warren hamilton, called “warnie” by clive, was born june 16, 1895.

in 1905 the family moved to a new home, “little lea,” on the outskirts of belfast.

both warren and clive were initially taught at home, by their mother, flora, and a governess.
but, three years after the move to little lea, their mother died of cancer, on august 23rd.
his father also lost his brother and father this same year.
in september, clive was sent to the wynyard school in watford, where his brother had been
enrolled since 1905.  he was unhappy there.  he complained about the vicious and sadistic
headmaster who was eventually committed to an insane asylum when the school closed.

…
there is a group reading of “mere christianity” going on.
and there are posts being written each week, and posted on wednesdays.
the personalities in the group makes for good variety.

the chapter this week is entitled “the invasion.”
and these are the ideas that transpired from what i read:
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simple.

reality is not simple.  i agree.

yet, God has made our life in Him simple, spiritually speaking.
simple… in that there is only one thing to remember.
God has given us this great gift,
which is…
“communication with the Holy Spirit of God.”

*note:  simple does not mean easy.

simplicity.

simplicity that can be made into something complicated
when
we listen to the lies of the enemy, instead of the truth of the Spirit.

yes, we are told many lies in this world…
in this “enemy-occupied territory.”
anything
that might keep our attention away from  simply abiding.

abiding.

the communing between our spirit and the Holy Spirit of God.

(or as clive might have put it, “listening in to the secret wireless of our friends.”)

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when i was young, the one person that i could always count on to play a board game with
me was my dad.  on a weekend evening, or in the summer time, maybe with some fresh
hot popcorn made in the big aluminum sauce pan, and topped with some real melted butter
and salt.  we would take off our shoes and sit down on the carpeted floor in the living room
and set up the game on the round wooden coffee table.  those were some good old times.

i never did thank him for that…

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the “one word” is games, at the blog of peter pollock

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the light of morning
speaks of a new day
the light of God’s Spirit
speaks to my spirit
soft whispers of truth
all along the way

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i went to a small quilt show yesterday totin’ a camera…

you can see one photo per post at daisies and dandelions. (clickaroonie here)

the first photo is already up
and i am hoping to put a new one up every day.

they are mainly up-close views of the material and stitches.

i have also put the link in my side bar
in case you feel like looking later on.

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this photo is of a crumbling curb and a grate that surrounds a small tree.
it’s a limited time parking spot that is usually open.  i could hardly get in or
out of my car door as the little tree and my door were having a tussle.
i was picking up some food-to-go from the ixtapa restaurant.  i had settled
the food into the car and thought i would snap a picture.  the dark spots on
the grate were from little drops of rain.  i made it into the car before it was
cats and dogs.

and it smelled so good on the way home.  burrito, baby!

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coming this weekend:
a quilt show at the champoeg heritage visitor center, with more than fifty
historical and modern quilts to be displayed.
also, costumed volunteers from the piecemakers quilt guild giving quilt
demonstrations.  i assume that the costumes are of a historical nature.

i’m hoping to go and have a good look.

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